It’s been almost four years since I essentially collapsed from exhaustion. Unrelenting stress will do that to a person. Ironically, last year’s stress was considerably worse, but I had coping strategies learned from that collapse. Going gluten free, for one. Getting enough sleep for another. And respecting the day’s energy.
Wait. No, I’m still trying to learn that one. I’m good with the gluten free, I really try to get enough sleep (kiss my rosy red <ahem>, insomnia), but respecting the amount and kind of energy I have and working with that is still a struggle. Most days I feel pretty good and can get a lot accomplished. It may not look like a lot got accomplished, but it did. Then there are days like today, when I feel like I’m walking through Jello and concentrating on making lunch is a struggle. I know I haven’t been glutened, but I have a wicked headache that no amount of ibuprofen and caffeine is touching. I’m not the only one struggling today; A slept until 9:30 this morning and doesn’t feel well. School this lovely Friday has consisted of him reading several chapters of history; the rest of the day will be spent on the couch watching documentaries (right now it’s Into the Universe with Stephen Hawking).
So as he and I muddle through the day, I try to work on things and feel guilty that I’m not doing anything of great importance. Emails stare at me while my headache stares back. I’m trying to work with the energy I have, so that I can rest enough to recover from whatever the hell is giving me this headache and bounce back tomorrow. I’ve learned that if I don’t respect the energy I’m a lot worse off in the long run. I’m grateful that he and I can be at home to rest and still learn and work.
All that said, this post sucked my thinking energy dry. Back to the couch and documentaryapalooza.